A1 Offering 3:34
(B. Jackson, Scott-Heron)
A2 The Liberation Song (Red, Black And Green) 6:18
(B. Jackson, Scott-Heron)
A3 Must Be Something 5:16
(B. Adams, B. Jackson, D. Bowens, Scott-Heron)
A4 Ain't No Such Thing As Superman 4:13
(Gil Scott-Heron)
A5 Pardon Our Analysis (We Beg Your Pardon) 8:01
(B. Jackson, Scott-Heron)
B1 Guerilla 7:49
(Gil Scott-Heron)
B2 Winter In America 6:09
(Gil Scott-Heron)
B3 Western Sunrise 5:16
(Bilal Sunni Ali)
B4 Alluswe
(B. Jackson, Scott-Heron)
Crédits
Gil Scott-Heron : piano (B1, B2), chant (A1 à A4, B1 à B4)
Brian Jackson : chant (A3)
Vic : chant (A1 à A3, B3)
Danny : basse (A1 à A4, B1 à B4)
Ade : cloches (A1), congas (A3, A4, B1), sonnaille (B3), shekere (A2, A3)
Barnett : bongos (B3), congas (A1, A3, B1), sonnaille (B1), Genbe (A2, B2), cuivre antelope (B1), shekere (A3, A4, B1)
Charlie : bongos (B1), congas (A2, B3), sonnaille (A3, B1), maracas (A1), shekere (A4), harmonica (A1)
O.D. : traps (A1 à A4, B1 à B4)
Bilal : flute (A1), saxophone (A2 à A4, B3)
Brian : flûte (B1, B2), piano (A1 à A4, B3, B4), harmonica (B1)
Production : Perpis-Fall Music, Inc.
Le tourbillon de la vie suivant sont cours, l'actualité galopante balayant un GSH par un DSK
, on en arriverait presque à oublier qu'un très grand nous a quitté il y a à peine quelques semaines, et surtout qu'on a arrêté la chronique de sa discographie (à l'exception de 1980) à l'année 1974.Ce serait se passer d'albums magistraux, des 5 étoiles et plus sur la célébrissime échelle de Revpop, a commencer par le numéro 5, "First Minute Of A New Day", son premier chez Arista paru en 1975.
Un disque superbe porté par le classique "Winter in America", dont la réécoute m'a tiré de chaudes larmes il y a peu. Pour moi un un des ses meilleurs titres, aussi bien musicalement qu'au niveau des paroles, qui demeurent hélas d'actualité.
From the Indians who welcomed the pilgrims
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
'Cause nobody knows what to say
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America
The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it's hoping
Hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
It's winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It's winter, Lord knows
It's winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America
And now it's winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains
Like the vultures circling beneath the dark clouds
Looking for the rain
Looking for the rain
Just like the cities staggered on the coastline
Living in a nation that just can't stand much more
Like the forest buried beneath the highway
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
Winter in America
Yes and all of the healers have been killed
Or sent away, yeah
But the people know, the people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
'Cause nobody knows what to say
Save your soul, Lord knows
From Winter in America
The Constitution
A noble piece of paper
With free society
Struggled but it died in vain
And now Democracy is ragtime on the corner
Hoping for some rain
Looks like it's hoping
Hoping for some rain
And I see the robins
Perched in barren treetops
Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor
But just like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams
Never had a chance to grow
Never had a chance to grow
And now it's winter
It's winter in America
And all of the healers have been killed
Or been betrayed
Yeah, but the people know, people know
It's winter, Lord knows
It's winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Save your souls
From Winter in America
And now it's winter
Winter in America
And all of the healers done been killed or sent away
Yeah, and the people know, people know
It's winter
Winter in America
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows, nobody knows
And ain't nobody fighting
Cause nobody knows what to save
Winter in America
L'ensemble de l'album est à l'avenant, du superbe "offering" qui ouvre la face A à la ballade de clôture "Alluswe", en passant par le militantisme subversif de "Liberation Song" et "Guerilla", le groove lyrique de "Ain't No Such Thing As A Superman", et les influences jazz de "Western Sunrise".
La créativité du duo Scott-Heron / Brian Jackson était alors au zénith, et l'apport du Midnight Band, qui collaborera aux albums suivants, n'est certainement pas un désavantage de cet album sans temps morts.
Offering
The Liberation Song (Red, Black And Green)
Must be something
Ain't No Such Thing As A Superman
Guerilla
Western Sunrise
Alluswe
en plus il y a déjà un sujet du l'album Winter in America... merci j'ai corrigé 
